Travel books recommend that you keep you wallet in your front pocket to avoid the danger pickpockets and muggers. Sure this seems like good advice, but isn’t it interersting that our behavior changes only when we leave our comfort zone? Isn’t this good advice for anyone living in a city?
Living in or visiting a foreign environment presents its set of challenges. Perhaps keeping your wallet in your front pocket allows you to have one less thing to worry about allowing you to focus your attention on other issues. Even so , it’s interesting that one must derive safety advice from a travel guide instead of the school of life.
Is it just me or just a guy thing that when a really bad movie is on TV you just can’t stop watching it? I like to pride myself on my film tastes but sometimes I get sucked in by a movie that is worthless. You know the one I am talking about right? Bad actors, no plot, bad camera angles and dialog. I guess it’s just human nature, we like to know how things end. We don’t like the unknown.
I’m just thinking about the countless hours I’ve spent of my life watching bad movies and can only hope that the saying “You have to know bad to recognize the good” is true.
I used to go to Starbucks and Dunkin’ Donuts. I really like coffee and would drink it often. I now work from home and therefore don’t pass by coffee shops as my commute now consists of going from my bedroom to my home office.
Several years ago I used my credit card points to get a cheap espresso maker. I figured I would try my hand at a home brew and get the mechanics down before investing in the machinery that the big boys use…the baristas with flare and passion that you find in Starbucks and local coffee shops. I haven’t used the machine since I moved to the city and decided to give it a whirl.
At first it didn’t work. I felt defeated. Instead of accept defeat I decided to do the unmanly thing, and read the directions and of course my machine now works and makes excellent coffee, far better than the watery mixture that comes out of my filter machine. This has totally made my day and yet it’s such a simple win in my book.
I guess winning doesn’t have to be that complicated and good fortune no matter how big or small can make even a tough day a good one.
Anyone that knows me is aware of the fact that I’m very outspoken against this whole “feminist movement” crap. I’ve reiterated time and time again that women have gotten all uppity and ruined a perfectly good thing.
Now, don’t get me wrong; there are some good things that came out of feminism. We’re not treated like weak, incapable morons (although, this has it’s downsides). Men began to look at us as human beings for once (which didn’t last long due to the fact that we stopped acting like human beings and started acting like cock-hungry beasts.). Just to list a couple.
I guess the thing that baffles me the most is: why on Earth would anyone fight for the right to work? Do you know what I would do and who I would kill to be a housewife?
Now men look at us as equals. “Well if she can work then she should work. It completely goes against the little phrase I’ve lived my entire life by: “If you keep people’s expectations of you low, then people won’t expect much of you.”
Maybe I’m just one lazy son-of-a-bitch, but I’m actually pretty upset that a group of women would think it’s okay to speak for all of us. If I lived during the 50s and 60s I would have been FURIOUS! And I may have choked a bitch or two.
That’s just my opinion though and I’m sure some people will be pretty angry about this post. But if you’re not and you’re looking for a housewife: let me know.
On Monday night while at trivia one of life’s important questions came to me. Am I peeing wrong in the men’s bathroom? Am I not following correct etiquette?
Usually when I enter I find the first available urinal and do as mother nature requires, but on Monday I realized that there seems to be inconsistency in bathroom use. Many times men will pass an open urinal and go to the stall instead no matter how inconvenient this is. Why is this? Are they too shy and fear me or others looking over at them or did I fail to learn one of life’s important rules? Is this advice that father’s whisper into their son’s ears…something my father forgot to tell me?
I figure leave the stall for someone who needs it. Maybe I’m missing something.
Concerts and sporting events seem to be the only exception. It’s like economic law. When demand rises and supply diminishes compounded by one of life’s basic needs which is accelerated by alcohol men are less discriminate. When demand is lower and supply is higher men often times choose solitary confinement to perform their business.
For me, well I’ll continue to use what is available to me without discriminating. I never want to be the one who gets in the way of someone with greater needs.
